Chapter 2:

Cracks in the Rules

The next morning I woke up thinking about the way Darius had looked at me in that sundress. Mom left early for another long workday. I found Darius in the kitchen drinking coffee. He looked powerful even in casual clothes, muscles filling out his shirt. “Good morning, princess. Sleep well?” he asked, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

“I did. Thanks for dinner last night. You really know how to make a girl feel welcome,” I replied, walking over to pour myself some juice. I wore one of my tiniest tank tops and short shorts that barely covered my ass. I...